You can choose to write quietly, calmly and quietly, taking Liu Yuxi as an example:
Liu Yuxi was demoted as a justice of Anhui and Zhou Xian because he took part in the political reform movement at that time, which offended the dignitaries of the dynasty. According to the regulations, Tongguan will live in three three-bedroom rooms in the county government. Being able to watch dishes with people from counties and counties shows that Liu Yuxi is a soft persimmon demoted from above, so he deliberately makes things difficult. First, he was arranged to live by the river in the south of the city. Liu Yuxi didn't complain, but was very happy. He also casually wrote two sentences and posted them on the door: "Face the river, look at the white sails, and fight for the ruling and opposition." The magistrate was very angry when he learned that Liu Yuxi's residence was moved from the south gate of the county seat to the north gate of the county seat, and the area was reduced from three to one and a half. The new house is by the Desheng River, with weeping willows nearby, and the environment is OK. Liu Yuxi still didn't care. Looking at the scenery, he wrote two sentences on the door: "The weeping willows are beside the Qinghe River, the people are in the sun, and the heart is in Beijing."
The magistrate of a county saw that he was still carefree and indifferent, and sent someone to transfer him to the county center, giving him only a hut with only one bed, one table and one chair. In half a year, the magistrate forced Liu Yuxi to move three times, and each time the area was relatively small. In the end, it's just a closet. Thinking about this snobbish dog officer really insulted others, so he angrily wrote this extraordinary "Humble Room Inscription" and asked someone to carve a stone tablet and stand in front of the door.
Write around the kind of "no matter what others say, I feel at ease, although the moss is humble, but my heart is green"
Come on, it will be a good composition.
2. Write an 800-word argumentative essay on the topic that a rolling stone gathers no moss. There is an old Japanese proverb called "A rolling stone gathers no moss". When I first saw this proverb, I was confused about its meaning. The meaning of this sentence is that you can't get real gains unless you settle down in one place and keep spinning around. Just like the slogan of Texas Instruments, a famous American semiconductor company, "Writing more than two goals means no goals." I deeply agree with this statement.
It is difficult for a person to succeed without a focused goal. Nothing can replace a focused goal. "The giant of language, the dwarf of action". If you set a goal today and set a goal tomorrow, you are doomed to have no direction to work hard, and you will only complain all day and make no progress. All energy comes down to thinking about goals. If you want to succeed, you must concentrate thousands of energy on one point and devote yourself to the research and exploration of a certain job, just like a book says, "You must have one thing to deal with." If you devote yourself to the research of a certain skill and have a good skill, then you will certainly get something. A carpenter, if he learns this today and that tomorrow, thinking that he can master the true meaning of carpentry only by learning fur, then he is destined to be a master like Lu Ban. How the master is forged is "practiced". Practice requires concentration, and practice requires resilience.
If you want to make achievements in your work, you must have the courage to act, the enthusiasm for work and the enthusiasm for life. Work should be regarded as a kind of enjoyment, not just a need for survival. If you only regard work as a need, you will lose more and more confidence and interest in work. Take work as a kind of enjoyment and get happiness in work. Is this work attitude a lot easier? If you regard work as enjoyment, you won't have the idea that work is for others and work is for others' interests. Work is not only the need of survival, but also the need of life and enjoyment. Does a person who has accomplished nothing feel empty when he has nothing to do all day? With work, life is enriched and life is healthier and happier. Why not? But who do we really work for? If a rich man has more money than he can use, does he still have to work? Like Mr. Bill Gates, the richest man in the world, he has enough money to give every ten dollars to the people of the earth. If he spends it alone with his family, it will never be spent. But why does he have to work? Work is a need, and it is the need for people to realize their ideals. Work is not for others, but for yourself. While creating wealth for the society, it also realizes its own value. People need social recognition. As a small clerk, although not as ambitious as the big boss, I work, I am happy, I work, so I am here.
If you don't work hard today, try to find a job tomorrow. So don't fool around all day; Don't think about how to jump ship all day, no matter which company you jump to, you still have to work hard.
3. clear. Yuan Mei's poem "Moss" needs to write a composition, and the topic should be how to write "Moss and Clear Yuan Mei".
Day is not everywhere,
Youth has just come.
Moss is as small as rice,
And learn to open peony.
Poetry is written.
Moss is not afraid of congenital deficiency (bad environment), and optimistic and confident spring, like peony flower, blooms rice-sized flowers.
worship
1, positive attitude towards life
2. Confidence and optimism
conceive
1, choose a positive (optimistic, confident) attitude towards life to make life different (the same).
2. Let the flower of optimism and self-confidence bloom in every corner of life.
Make an appreciative comment
Moss is a low-level plant, mostly parasitic in dark and humid places, but it also has its own life instinct and intention, and will not lose the courage to grow hair because of the harsh environment. The poet can see this and sing it, which is very eye-catching!
"Sunlight is everywhere" is such a place that is not suitable for the growth of life, but the moss grows green and shows youth. Where does this youth come from? "Just arrived", well, it didn't come from anywhere, but was created by the vigorous moss itself! It is with strong vitality that it breaks through the obstacles of the environment and glows with youthful brilliance.
Moss will also bloom. Of course, it's sad. Flowers are as small as rice grains, but aren't they just small flowers? As long as we can develop, seed and multiply, it is a victory in life. Therefore, "learning from peony" is both modesty and pride! Yes, the moss flower is so small and humble that it can't be compared with the beautiful peony, but the peony is appreciated and carefully cultivated, and the moss flower strives for the same opening right as the flower by its own life-this world does not exist only for a few geniuses and heroes!
Please write a composition on the topic of "Rejecting Weeds"
As a farmer's child, I like green best. Tall and lush green trees are like umbrellas, and green fields pass by the door like green water, which left a deep impression on me.
However, the last thing I want is weeds. Grass is also a kind of green, but it renders a bleak and desolate atmosphere, which makes people feel melancholy and lonely.
"No pains, no gains." What you plant may not be harvested, but what you don't plant will grow, and it will only be covered with weeds. Grass is not harvest. We reject weeds.
I always hear some classmates complain: "I have nothing to gain in my study." This kind of person only sees a weed and has no heavy fruit in his heart. Look carefully and you will understand that no pains, no gains. Staying up late reading romance and martial arts novels can be described as "clothes are getting wider and wider without regret, which is exhausting for Iraq." The next day in class, I often go on a date with Duke Zhou, and when the teacher comes to "marvel", I "fight for crossing, fight for crossing, and open a beach of gulls and herons". If you want to refuse the "weeds" in your study, you must first sow hard and cultivate slowly. ...
People who are extremely lazy and idle in life are not uncommon. If you want to go to extremes and dream a "golden dream" all day instead of earning labor income through hard work, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world? There is no such thing as a free lunch. You didn't sow the seeds, but you refused the "weeds". Is it possible?
Respecting the old and loving the young is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, but now many young people don't know how to live in harmony with their parents. It is not enough to "open your mouth and reach for your clothes", and sometimes you lose your temper. It's your parents who are distressed. Walking in the field of love, rejecting weeds. In fact, a caring look, a warm greeting, handing a towel and pouring a cup of tea can all express our love for our parents. Life is so simple, but we don't want to do it. We should also reject weeds in the fertile soil of family.
"There is no desert without heart, no wasteland with love ..." The song Dedication of Love often haunts my ears. People's love is priceless: caring for students, donating blood for free, donating money to the tsunami-stricken areas in the Indian Ocean ... all these reflect the brilliance of human nature. Indeed, for lonely people, pain is to them what a strong wind is to a shack, a huge wave is to a lonely boat, and a sword is to the heart. Sincerely dedicate love and kindness to make the world a better place, as an essayist wrote:
Love Zuo Ai right, sympathize with the left and embrace the right, walk on both sides of life, sow seeds at any time, blossom at any time, decorate this road with fragrant flowers, so that people who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain when they step on thorns, and they will not be sad when tears fall.
Reject weeds and reap another piece of green. There is a piece of green in my heart, pregnant with heavy fruits, which are fragrant all over the world, and I also see my sweet smiles with others.
5. Write a short essay of not less than 800 on the topic of "Autumn". Destiny is urgent. Fifteen years ago, my parents and I arrived as scheduled. In cold days, there is no choice. The new arrival has added a lot of happiness to the deserted home, but it can't erase the sadness on the parents' faces.
My home, in my childhood memory, is a little different. We don't have a house. My parents often worry about renting a house. We live in the same place for three or two years at most and a few months at least. Every time I move, my parents put clothes and bedding into big cartons and carry them outside the house. Plus big cabinets and small cabinets, big beds and small beds, pots and pans, tables and chairs, piled up into a hill. At first, I just acted as a guard. Later, when I grew up, I began to help move some small things, such as oil and salt sauce vinegar, slippers mop, toothpaste toothbrush and so on. Poor and white, worth millions. This is what big money means. I'm a little depressed.
I can't remember how many times I moved. I only know that my parents' dream is to have a real home. My parents don't have regular jobs or skills. They set up cigarette stalls, sold small department stores and did odd jobs everywhere. Occasionally, I heard my father sigh: "House prices always grow faster than saving money." Rising house prices failed to shake parents' dreams. My parents are busier than before, like racing against house prices. When they go out in the morning, they always wear stars and the moon. Come back at night, still wearing a star Dai Yue. A wisp of sadness often floats in my heart.
When I was in sixth grade, we moved again. On the day when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, parents' dreams finally came true. With a pair of rough hands, my parents earned more than ten years and earned a two-bedroom and one-bedroom commercial house. The new house is not big, only 65 square meters. Binding is easier than paperback. It just painted the walls, the lights are ordinary energy-saving lamps, the furniture is old, and the room looks empty. But we are very happy, after all, we don't have to rent a house.
When I moved into my new home, the gloom on my parents' faces just cleared away, but they added new worries and remained busy every day. Mom said, "The tuition has not been decided yet. Parents should save money for your future high school and university. When you graduate from college, we will be old. " Only then did I find that my mother, who had just turned 40, seemed to have experienced 50 years of wind and frost, with rough skin, dark skin and crow's feet all over her eyes. A trace of bitterness can't help but float to my heart and spread.
I began to dream one beautiful dream after another. I understand that fate can be changed, not heaven or earth, not immortal God, but myself. When I was in junior high school, I attended two "experimental classes" with remarkable achievements in my grade without the support of my parents, and only enjoyed pure compulsory education in an ordinary class. On holidays, I don't need my parents' money, so I go to cram schools everywhere like a lantern. I can get up early. Living in the city, there is no crow in the morning, but there is a * * * that wakes me up from my sleep. Don't use a towel, pour some cold water on your face with your hand, wipe it a few times at will, and begin to recite English words. I can stay up late. In the dead of night, sitting at a desk doing homework alone, that kind of concentration seems to have been cultivated to the realm of Buddhism. It is my biggest dream to grow up hard and make my parents happy.
You can get happiness by working hard. In more than two years, I have posted six awards on the wall of my cabin, right in front of my desk, including an essay contest, a math contest and a three-good student ... In the first half of the third year, my total score ranked in the grade, which has risen from forty-nine two years ago to the seventh and fifth major subjects. I got four firsts in my class, and only the first in chemistry passed. The happiest thing is that Chinese won the first grade for the first time, and the composition in the examination room was for the teacher to take to each class for review. Earning some happiness brings a lot of happiness to parents, but time and time again, it still can't erase the sadness on parents' faces.
Fifteen years of wind and rain, I can't remember how many people I met. I only know that not many people remain in my memory. I can't guarantee that what remains in my memory will not disappear with the passage of time. But I know that my parents will stay in my memory for the rest of my life, including the lingering sadness.
6. A composition on a green topic, 800 words high. I miss the distant green, because I miss the people in my hometown and the plants carefully cultivated by a pair of hard hands in the backyard: peppers, shallots, eggplant, leeks, lettuce, vegetables and radishes ... they are the same color of life, called green. They thrive in their mother's broad and thick palms. Their green is green that can accommodate sunlight, their green is green that can absorb rain, and their green is green that accumulates energy and the essence of the earth. When they shine on the dining table, I always marvel at how happy it is to have such pleasing colors with us all the time in our lives.
I often think that in the world, on our land, there is such a magnificent color, which is the essence of oxygen that provides the world with the source of life (through the photosynthesis of forests and plants) and a symbol of all quiet and distant existence. Every Yuan Ye, field, forest and garden we walk through is full of cheerful, deep, kind and gentle green, and contains indifferent, meticulous, elegant and profound green. It is so common and precious. As if it were a dress that had learned to change. Always give us intimate care.
It is the gift of green that makes plants maintain the livelihood of human beings and the livelihood of the world. I think a meaningful person should know how to be grateful and cherish. Therefore, for the children's hope and trust in the future, our green should have lived with us freely and tenaciously in every corner of the city, and our green should have rejoiced in the vast fields. Because we should leave a green home for future generations.
Reality is sneering.
This scene is like a tragedy. Under the erosion of modern industrial civilization, green has no choice but to fade. What is even more embarrassing is that we humans cut it down cruelly ... green is stripped and eliminated in a beautiful life.
Green retreats alone in sadness and sadness. The desert devours the green body crazily. It is our shame to destroy our home. Who put the great sin on people?
It's ourselves!
It is a distant thing that the home is covered with dark green. Now is only the last bit of green waiting in the meager field, which is the bottom line for us to eat, so we can stick to it. We can't look at children and the future, tomorrow and hope in the green wheat field. When we stand alone in our hometown, which has lost most of its green, and listen to the call of ancient nature and close history, there is a kind of sadness that makes people ponder and worry.
Green is like our best friend. After being betrayed by us, we moved forward in silence and disappointment. Where does it lead? Will you come back? Our friends forever!
I asked again and again. I planted several green plants behind the old house in my hometown, and put a pot of exquisite asparagus on the windowsill of my study, calling and thinking devoutly in my words. Unfortunately, this is just to ask for it.
Miss the green in the distance ...
When its figure has not completely disappeared in our field of vision, I hope we can cherish and care for green! May we cheer and hug in the green!
7. Warm Topics Essays In the cold winter of 800 years, the cold air attacks people, and the place where the sun shines directly is warm.
The cold wind roared, tearing at the dead leaves and stiffly dragging them down from the trees. I hurried to the station. Soon, the bus came and I wrapped my clothes and got on the bus. Although the car was heated, it was still very cold.
The car is still moving slowly in a stop-and-go manner.
Excessive fatigue, let me drift with the tide, gradually, unconsciously fell asleep. I didn't sleep long before I was awakened by the same rapid footsteps-an old woman got on the bus. The old woman was wearing a thin coat, and the patches on her clothes quickly came into my sight. Sweat as big as mung bean oozed from her forehead. Overwork wrinkled her thin face prematurely.
When the driver stepped on the accelerator, the old woman leaned forward and almost fell down. She leaned against the railing next to her and saw that she was in a hurry to put down her things and opened her pocket with her right hand. When she reached for her pocket, her face changed and she became anxious and helpless. I can see that another one has no money.
The old lady turned around with a smile on her face and said gently, "Master, I went out in such a hurry just now that I forgot all my money. Please be flexible. " The driver stopped the car and the old woman leaned forward again. Then the back door opened and the driver looked at the old woman sternly. The old woman seems to be a child who has done something wrong. She lowered her head and said in an almost begging tone, "Please help me. My son has an accident and is still in the hospital. Just do something good! " The old woman became more and more excited, her eyes filled with tears, and she was strong and lost her mind. "This is the rule!" The driver repeated the professional "principle" word by word.
The old woman was desperate, and he trudged towards the back door. Speaking of which, a little girl stood up. Slightly immature hands put coins into the coin box. The old woman couldn't believe that a kind-hearted person would "step forward" and hold the little girl's little hand tightly, just like a drowning person holding the application expression of a life-saving straw, but kept saying "thank you, thank you so much!"
After so long, the girl's expression and the crisp collision of coins still hurt me. Every time I think about it, my heart is full of shame and regret. I am ashamed and regret why I am so indifferent; I regret why I didn't help others. Is it so difficult to give others a little love and understanding when others really need help and care? It's cold outside the car, but I suddenly feel that it's not cold inside, but so warm and warm. ...
Please write a composition of about 800 words on the topic of grass. It is an ordinary seed. What puzzles me is that it actually spits out new buds from the cracks in the wall, and there are three pieces! Its delicate body swayed slightly under the wind, and it had only a little place in the crack of the wall ... When I gradually forgot it, I clearly saw the fourth bud coming out of its ordinary and delicate body. ...
When I saw the fourth bud, I suddenly realized that the fragrance of life was only revealed at that moment ... Maybe it was insignificant and would be dismissive-it was just an ordinary grass. But "seeing greatness in the ordinary", how can it be great without the ordinary? In fact, we should not be full of contempt for the ordinary. Although "ordinary" has a faint meaning, how many people do it well? Once upon a time, I worked hard for that "greatness" but forgot the true meaning of "ordinary".
Perhaps ordinary is to keep a normal heart! Just like grass, silently. But I despise everything I meet. This is not the original intention of grass! What is revealed in the bones of grass is the tenacity of "ordinary grass"!
I regret, I am confused, I am helpless, and I am sad. Why in the past days, always looking forward to tomorrow's "greatness"? Why can't the old days be "ordinary" today? I am willing to be a grass and live an ordinary life. Perhaps, this beautiful fantasy can not be realized, then, let me cherish the ordinary! Never let the years pass again! Let ordinary life reveal fragrance and smile! Grass has its ordinary beliefs, and I also have firm goals. Be a grass, be ordinary, not self-indulgence. On the contrary, this hope and belief is positive.
I hope that the existence of life is no longer just to be vigorous, but to cherish the ordinary.
I firmly believe that the first ray of sunshine and the first ray of hope in the morning will always shine on ordinary life-"grass"! (Hope to adopt)
9. Write an 800-word article on the topic of "the roof of the soul". From the perspective of examination, we can think about the connotation of "roof" in the topic from many aspects: love is about love, compassion, tolerance, assistance and dedication, and we dare to forgive, understand and make allowance ... After such refinement, we can avoid the connotation of "roof".
From the perspective of material selection, we should pay full attention to the gap between the builders and users of "eaves", because in a sense, this gap is directly proportional to the shocking power of the article. From the perspective of cut-in, from the details, from words and deeds, it is more true, true and sincere to embody the mind and spirit in the nuances.
As long as you have a careful observation, a feeling of great love and an understanding of true love, you will be able to write articles about love, affection and wisdom.
10. The 800-word composition with the topic of tasting broke away from the hustle and bustle of the city and entered the tranquility of my hometown. Taste its residual fragrance. ...
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The winding blue brick path, moss breathing the breath of nature. From a distance, the blue brick house has been sleeping quietly, but now it is empty ... Stepping on the old blue brick, I saw the scene eight years ago: I was carrying a small schoolbag and walking along the blue brick with a smile, followed by an old woman wearing a small cotton-padded jacket. She is my grandmother, put on a small cotton-padded jacket for me and nagged, "Put on more clothes and don't catch cold. Study hard, and grandma will cook something for you when you come back ... "I clap my hands and cheer. So I went to school happily, and grandma stood on the blue brick road and stared at it from a distance until the skipping figure disappeared among the mountains. ...
This is the soil. It seems to be silently witnessing all this. Staring at that figure every day, I also look forward to that figure every day. ...
Now, I am back! Gently touch the soil and taste the spiritual comfort brought by nature. ...
Ancient archway, uneven stone rice brick, sculpture reflecting copper light, moss between cracks. Are you also witnessing that kind of soil?
The old man leaned gently on the stone rice brick with a cane. She is my grandmother. She waits here every day, waiting. Waiting for the bus coming slowly from the city. I walked out of the city bus with my luggage, happily holding my white-haired grandmother and telling her everything about the city. Every time I talk about how hard I study at school, grandma will squint her eyes and clap her hands.
It is this stone rice wall that seems to be silently witnessing all this. An old woman once leaned quietly and waited. Only she knew how much she had lost. ...
Now, I am back. Gently touch this stone rice wall, feel grandma's residual heat, and taste everything that vicissitudes have brought me. ...
Go back to your hometown and savor the truth and the truth.
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